The hour for thee and me
S. Foster
When day breaks forth on the dewy lawn,
And all seems mirth and glee,
When birds their sweetest songs awake
Is the hour for thee and me.
The hour for thee and me,
The hour for thee and me
When birds their sweetest songs awake
Is the hour for thee and me.
When perfumes from the closing flowers
Are wafter o'er the lea,
And vesper float upon the gale,
Is the hour for thee and me.
The hour for thee and me,
The hour for thee and me
When the vespers float upon the gale
Is the hour for thee and me.
When night be holds her starry realm
Reflected on the sea,
When moon beams dance upon the rille,
Is the hour for thee and me.
The hour for thee and me,
The hour for thee and me
When moonbeams dance upon the rill
Is the hour for thee and me.